Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.